The Story of the Buyer
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Sound of wood cutter

roared. The birds fly uncouth, squirrels hilt

the crotch ran, the eggs were nested by his mother from far away waiting

death to fall or made human food. The roar of the wood cutter continues

roaring, the roar of tree-bearers who had caved for decades surrendered themselves only

for a few hours, the roar of destruction for a small universe, the lives of millions

creatures in each branch, the sound of wood cutters doomsday sound, sound

death, the destruction of oxygen factories for life.

Speaking of

oxygen, nature is filled with paradoxes, we know and

say that oxygen is the compound of our life but on the other hand oxygen

make our skin become aging wrinkles. It's life at once

the death. Or is this nature, it always has two sides

different, maybe for balance, for harmony. However this world

nothing is filled with eternity

except for the jellyfish .. I forgot his name, but he can live eternally, hiudpnya

it is like a cycle, from seed, then to grow old and to become seed again. Aw,

it is true that he is immortal if not preyed upon by predators. But

however these are signs of the existence of eternity in this world, with cycles and

the process indicated by the jellyfish that maybe we can imitate. And not that mansuia

thus, the great copycat creature. Not the plane and its wings

imitations of flying birds, and other things we can

say take from nature for us to transform for our benefit

by oneself. People say it is an inspiration.

I need a vacation, please,

serenung in a vast expanse of savanna attau at an altitude of thousands of feet from

sea level or in the middle of a dense forest filled with birds and

wind blows. I want to keep my eyes on the city from the right height

tall, looking at it with the limits of the eyes, silent myself, I want to feel

quiet, feeling lonely and lonely. I want to do it for myself, though,

really myself, to go far somewhere. Deserted origin, origin

by oneself. There will be things I might get, feelings, memories even

maybe the longing that has been hidden, maybe the mind that has been

sidelined. I want to go, alone. Get out of civilization to

provisional. I don't know, but that's what I like too. Today is for you to know

only, many things have sprung up in my mind, starting with one

the question and the unluckiest it doesn't end with just answers, answers

it started a new question, started its curiosity, again.

and again until everything is piled up into a mountain that must be climbed, must be

excavated, initial questions and essences engulfed the earth, crushed rocks and disappeared

for a while, and or even forever.

Several tens of days

I have passed, only this time throughout my life have I really meant it

the heart to finish it, or it may not be finished. During

my life will write all day, all my life maybe. Well, just

these are the kinds of writings I read myself. Let him have children

here, tucked away just for myself. How I don't know

must be flanked anyway I still have not thought to want to be flanked. I

write, just write as you please, cheerfully spill all tastes, no

let him be buried in the heart, grow in the heart, be killed by reality

then it rotted, decayed into a smell on it. Let me spill it here, to

growing up not in my body. Too much of it will be purified and this body

clouds, like flowing rivers, let the laws of nature take me

where and for what, in this world there is no coincidence. If there is any then all

occurrences add to the collection of coincidences.

say be like water, which always flows never stops, which always

looking for a space to keep flowing. That's why be patient, like water don't

stop flowing, do not stop being patient. stagnant water will not

can be forever saved from holiness.

Writing poetry. I like it, though,

but not very good at exploring. My book, ah it's just

word groups. Then someone asked me what his motivation was. Nonexistent

may it really!, but... My answer is probably just to let out the fidget inside

this body, I poured out the anxiety, the feelings, the emotions and everything in it.

I don't want him to stay inside me, so come out with a little

this word, you know, my plan is a thousand and one poems. I don't know I don't

understand between poetry and poetry, with a kind of style. Really me

unskillful. Must keep learning.well, let's just share about each other

but I wanted to write a thousand poems. The way, yeah, one

day one poem.I started it on. uh I forgot but I remember there.

between those days, I wrote more than one poem. And kala

all have reached a hundred more I look around there is an offer to

publish. Dah, well I just send these ugly poems and it turns out they are

accepts. Published by publisher A in city Y. Well, it's all flowing

like water, always looking for the smallest gap to continue to get megalir. Water that

the rest is not always holy. And again, the book can be said to be

pieces of travel, pieces of story into one. One

diction pieces intake. Started when

I found a pretty beautiful book, quite an ashstract. It's a group

short poems, words, but very absurd and enigmatic. I

forgot the book, but maybe it's still in the place where I am

encountered it. The stall C. That's the book that got me moving

followed him. Then there is also a book by B titled R.

every part of it is like this.well, that book is also what people say,

inspire.and then it. Every word I find in this book

everyday life, from pieces of travel, pieces of

experience, pieces of literature.well, many books are inspiring.

Among them are the book Spiens in this poem (..), the book Science of the State in this poem (..), the world book Shophie in.

this poem (.) and other books gave me an amazing experience.

I wrote one day

one poem. To drain the anxiety so that it is not inundated and changed

become toxic to the body.

Then, myself. During

for decades now, I have found myself who is not yet whole. Well, I found

the rhythm within me, the flow trail that became my inclination. Basically

my partisanship lies in the universe, in the environment and in the ecosystem. One

this part of the universe is another whole part, the term is

holistically. Well, of course I put my partisanship to nature, though still

not yet fully but this is the rhythm and flow of my life. And there's one

that's my interest for now...

Smart in placing

self